He stood before them, having allowed the transformation to take him fully. His skin burned a deep, vibrant crimson, the Sol'vur markings across his chest and arms pulsing with amber light. He had grown to match them, eight feet three inches of sculpted, scarlet muscle and raw power. His amber eyes glowed as they swept over his wives, his cock already thick and heavy against his thigh, a deep burgundy shaft crowned with a flared, weeping head.
He pointed a finger at Sarhita.
Sarhita stepped forward, her red skin flushing darker.
As she did, Ilysa moved with her, a silent shadow of support.
Jorghan didn't wait.
He grabbed Sarhita by the waist, his large hands spanning her hips, and turned her, bending her over a low, wide table of polished heartwood. Her ass, round and full, presented itself perfectly. He positioned himself behind her, the broad head of his cock nudging at her entrance. She was already slick, her red pussy glistening.
